The last rose of
summer,
Is fading fast
away...
Like person who is growing
old,
And now has hair of
gray.
No swelling of your
branches,
With buds and blooms to
come..
I fear your days of
beauty,
Are numbered and
near done.
Effects of hot
dry summer,
Have taken heavy
toll...
Became a struggle to
survive,
We both made that
our goal.
The sun lacks warmth that it once
had,
The days now seem quite
short...
The very things a rose must
have,
Are not there for
support.
With fall now fast upon
us,
I watch as
you retreat...
To seek the
sanctuary of,
Deep earth beneath my
feet.
I'll miss your gorgeous
colors,
The scent of your
perfume...
That wafted through each
window,
And freshened every
room.
Next spring I'll watch
for signs of life,
Along with
much elation..
For brand new leaves and
bursting buds,
That are my
inspiration.
Farewell my fading
beauty,
Time you
recuperate...
I'll see you in the
springtime,
Impatient while I
wait.
(c) 08/23/06 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi Playing is: Five Red
Roses
